Inspiring Company

HOPE is an acronym…
Help
Other
People
Evolve…

We are truly inspired by the good company we keep.

The giving of ourselves to others can inspire them to become inspiration for others.

That is exactly why teachers hold the torch for the future of men and women who will eventually design the path taken by their children…

Be not ensnared in despair by keeping company with those who mislead anyone into an undesirable reality…  To get out of there is to take one step forward and then another, and another and on and on..

The mind that welcomes God in a prayer of thanks giving for the new day, the fresh air, the clear dew drops, and even hot tears that speak of a silent, wounded heart, can find the way to survive because He hears the plea.  His peace arrives as a light to show a path of wholeness, fulfillment, and certainly joy.

On Easter Day the praise for Jesus’ resurrection is proclaimed in Alleluias…  Witnesses of His return to life were the candles burning that have lit ours on the table or the altar, all in awe, still looking up to say, “Oh, my God, dear Lord, How Great Thou Art.” Keep Reading

Be Humbly Honest

“God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
John 3: 16

Yesterday I attended the service of the Stations of the Cross presented with fourteen devotions at St. Pius Catholic Church in Hemphill, Texas.  I was filled with the Holy Spirit.  Nuts, eh?  Well, call it what you will, in my soul’s world the ever yearning of “being in the presence of God awareness” completes me with a sureness of peace.  I felt the need to be in a church setting, and the priest with the flock welcomed  me as a blade of grass in their field of spring flowers…  We were young, and older than the youngest, and oldest; it did not matter because our eyes and ears were focused…  and ending the prayers with “do what You will with me”…  The history of this service is remarkable, and the fourteen prayers, each said at the corresponding station, relives the moment.

A Jackie Lawson card came in the mail today brushed in sage olive tree leaves escorted by clusters of white blossoms centered in gold leaning toward a bud of an Easter Lilly in company with others aglow… as a cloud white dove brings forth a choir of angels rejoicing John Stainer’s Cantata “God so loved the World”…  from John 3: 16-18.

The wings of the bird spread to embrace into a flight in a meadow of multi colored spring flowers sprinkled with all but one resting butterfly busily meeting one and all blossoms… beckoning in lead to a cove in a forest  beholding a cherry blooming tree of baby rose petals surrounded in deep green foliage where two stately sterling tree trunks with branches lifting upwards in thanks to heaven… form the design likes of an arched cathedral’s window thoroughly bathed by a golden light, streaming… through three crosses to the altar within…much like the very one I visited yesterday to find fulfilling…  Fulfillment continues to flow as it is poured with love into our lives…

Thank you dearest Cindy and Paul Schumacher for the early Orthodox Easter greeting in Romanian no less !!  HRISTOS a Inviat!

CHRIST is Risen!  Adevarat a Inviat!  Indeed He is Risen!

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Be Gentle

” We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”__ C. S. Lewis

The mantle above the fireplace where I rest my eyes in prayer…

Jesus asked God to take this cup away…  He asked God to forgive the taunting remark because he did not know what he was saying… Yet He came to live and die as one of us humans in flesh and blood to reconcile us to our Father in heaven, God.  Do we wonder like C. S. Lewis suggests how much hurt we will endure for our own best becoming?  How many hurdles will we overcome   before rising from our knees with arms outstretched towards the sky in thankfulness to God?

The pride, the ego that edges God out is the ungrateful enemy seeking to be the ultimate bronze prize of its own existence.  It cannot see the miracles or feel the soul or see the soul to feel the miracles.

A soulful African-American hymn asks, ” Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”.  The spiritual was composed in the 19th century and first published in 1899 by William Eleazar Barton in Old Plantation Hymns.  I have sung it and the lyrics humbles the heart as it portrays the pain endured that understandably caused the composers to “tremble”.

I wonder how  much pain one has to experience before realizing He is there; we are never alone.  To be aware of His presence is to honor His blessing upon us. Keep Reading

Be Faithful

Zac Vanderbusche, son of my dear friend Pam, father of Arlo, and remarkable landscaper on Maui. Hawaii.

To be faithful to God is being faith full on a daily basis, and sometimes keeping a prayer on our lips throughout the day.

“Relying on God has to begin all over again every day, as if nothing had yet been done.” _ C.S. Lewis

It is in this spirit that we can survive the emotional upheavals that happen in our lives.  When we give our attention to our Lord’s promises, we recognize the daily miracles that occur and not so much by chance.  One can actually feel heart connections, the hedge of God’s protection, and even the effervescent calling to complete tasks, to prioritize the important while attending to the urgent.  Loneliness needs to be given up to holiness.  It is the way to the truth and the light as a guiding light to our every step.

I have been surprised and even shocked to hear “I don’t care.”  I care so much about everything , no wonder sometimes I get confused about the little things that matter just as much.  I bet I can blush at the times I have asked God to help me make more of a difference.  Who do I think I am to be in a position to straighten out messes that need not clutter to obscure problems  that can and must be resolved by each and all with complete integrity?  I am me like you are you, and they are they, and together we are us.   We can responsibly do our part as a light to the world. Keep Reading

Be Encouraged

What does it mean to be encouraged, and when do we get it?

Why is it important, and who are those that offer it?

“IT” is all here, in this blog.

You determine which path to take because the how to be encouraged rests inside one’s personal intent to be so.  Our intentions are birthed in our will.  These thoughts have soaked in my tears for many years  They are now presented as if on the platter I searched to find by observing and absorbing.

An Angel delivering the holiest of gifts designed to bring comfort on a perfectly sized pillow. I purchased it from an astrologer, Bethea.

To be encouraged is to feel lifted in the direction of dreams and visions intended to benefit one and all.  The humble person bears great humility so its fruit takes time to ripen.

Life is in the presence of spirit.  Given the free will to act as we choose, regardless of circumstances, ultimately leads us to a new place.  That place is always at the moment we call now.

As most of you may have already heard “the present is the present.”  ( This is why I love the English language!)

Is one’s Spirit, the Soul, aware of conscious or unconscious acts?  Does the soul give a life to live while one’s heart and mind determine the route to take and to learn and teach to fulfill by one, or more of the myriad of possible purposes?  I am suggesting mean spirited purposes are sadly present.  Humans are not perfect.

How can we find the ultimate good reserved for each one of us to achieve?  What happens when we falter?

To seek our God’s wisdom is the way to the truth and the light; however, the choices in the Garden of the Universe encourage us to navigate, and we do.  We are free to choose our way of being in the presence of any circumstance.  I think it is known as the attitude we carry.  We arrive at knowing moment by moment according  to choices made with attitude at hand.  Hand in hand they direct the route we choose to navigate. Keep Reading

Docile Hearts and Education in Four Languages

The assignment suggested in Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy, has taken wings.  When I chose the word “docile” for the letter D, I also considered the word “dependable.”  These two characteristics have allowed me to navigate the skies like migrating birds that find their way to survive the seasons.  The difference is I just kept moving forward and did not return.

A couple of open composition notebooks called EDUCATOR, educator, with handwritten lessons in Spanish.

I was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil, to parents who fled their native country of Romania.  I learned their language at home and once in kindergarten, Portuguese became my second language.  The desire to learn and belong were in my fabric.  The Catholic nuns at Nossa Señora D’Assuncao kept an orderly classroom where everyone spoke when spoken to in order to respond, and standing up. There were no disciplinary problems.  We must have been a bunch of docile youngsters eager to be in school with paper and pencils neatly stacked on our desks.  The nuns could depend on us to obey the rules and pay attention.

A language is learned word by word and one after the other like putting on socks, then shoes, learning to make the knot and bow, and then taking one step at a time.  That is all there is to it, literally.  Having an ear for words and the ability to mimic the sounds, I found Portuguese to be as fun as the kids, the nuns, all whom I met and heard speaking at school, in the neighborhood, or at the beach.  The simplicity in my first nine years of life primed me for the education that would follow in two other countries. Keep Reading

Calm Surrender

Calmly surrendered to serve our Lord…

Magic awes the spirit to be calm, and Rae Whitney has this quality, perhaps a real touch of the divine.

She has a direct line to the heavenly Father above, inspired by the Book of Common Prayer, by the King James Bible, and the outreach instilled by God as a mission for an inner circle of the faithful who sing praises in hymns.

Her faith is noble.

Rae has delivered her gifts in teaching by listening with an open mind always willing to extend a word of understanding.

I remember the first and last time I saw her and we conversed an hour ago.  I called to respectfully forewarn her before sending this out into the Universe.  She merely said it is good to have this outlet, and invited me to another blog by a remarkable, spiritual friend.  Her website is Aprilfiet, and it must be worthy of attention, or Rae would not have mentioned it.

Well, the calm risen in having met Rae Whitney was imbedded in my heart with the ultimate gift anyone can ever give or receive, time.  Those hours in minutes with seconds by days, months, and years counted by God’s precision, lifted me time and time again.  She said we recognized the friendship in each other; it is an honor to behold from her like an Oscar made of stars.  Her light hearted optimism crosses her lips with a smile. Keep Reading

Being Brave

Have you a clue of how it feels to say so much of what I think?  Well, sometimes it is scary.

Since I have taken the challenge I asked all to take in the next twenty-six days, today we are on the letter B and the word chosen is “brave”.  I am referring to the blog written a few days ago, Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy.  It is a call to discover the ways we can communicate and may I add?  Bravely so… as I am doing…

The only cabinet without a quote, top center, with the Scottsbluff Monument in Gerring , Nebraska, across the North Platte River.

In 1994 my dear husband Dan accepted to serve his skills at the Regional West Medical Center, in Scottsbluff, Nebraska.  Sometime after I joined a team of ladies to help redo an older home purchased by  the city for the purpose of housing young ladies in need of a shelter.  It was a  unique opportunity to provide a service needed in the area.

I mentioned the project to an angel friend, Edna Lofing, and she agreed to clean and paint the kitchen, cabinets, and all.  She was by far more experienced in the nitty gritty and elbow grease venture.  I felt drawn to draw upon my leanings and convinced myself I could simply paint each cabinet door to my liking with a quote.  Call it madness, call it zany, and I’m sure there were others who said more!
However, I do remember a young man who worked at the young man’s shelter in Gerring, Nebraska, complimenting me galore, and I think he wanted me to consider doing the same there.  That didn’t happen.  By the time this kitchen was finished, the food for thought remained aplenty.  With no art education, the scribbles were nibbles of goodness I yearned to give to one and all of the girls.
Here is a quote I wish I had chosen:
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.  The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” _ Nelson Mandela

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At Ho’okipa Beach, the mecca for surfers’ delight where tide pools like this one caress the less brave. Monk Seals are known to sun themselves and turtles abide aside the black lava rocks. I love the heart.

“To see a world in a grain of Sand

And Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.” _ William Blake, 

a fragment from Auguries of Innocence.

William Blake’s quote refreshes my soul like the pool of water refreshed my feet long ago.  What can we extract from Blake’s choice of the word “augury” and “innocence”?  How does a grain of sand coupled with a flower become an omen to behold, a prophecy in disguise, and thereafter even favorable or unfavorable?

I think we are invited to consider the moment at hand.

A few days ago I wrote a blog entitled COME, BECOME ALPHABETICALLY SAVVY, and offered a challenge for you to write something beginning with the letter A through all the way to the letter Z .  The exercise would say a lot about one’s interests in just twenty-six days.  Life is a classroom.  I sought to figure out how I would take to task the suggested word AWARENESS for the letter A.

As Palm Sunday is celebrated, I look from the Hemphill, Texas, woodsy area to the sky for inspiration, and the garden welcomed my visit. Keep Reading

Eternity: God’s Given Promise

 

Hindered by the mundane responsibilities of daily duties, I think of many yesteryears, and they return to be with me today.  I celebrate the goodness in all from then to now yet feel a twinge of the nudge to leap forward like a rabbit hopping through a valley in a prairie way off somewhere.  I see the golden sun kiss the sky goodnight as the opal moon peeks through the pines bringing the lustrous diamonds from the blue.  The pines in majestic pose succumb to my memories of arm stretching palms and both beckon me to hum a long forgotten song.

“I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great ring of pure and endless light.”_ Henry Vaughan, The World

This and that is done.  I sit and reminisce with care to stop a tear or even two; grown ups have more troubles to wipe clear than dew drops lingering to reflect the garden of one’s heart.  Somehow the reminiscing invites the missing and the two are buddies of a different kind; they could drink a glass a milk with an Oreo cookie, or a cup of tea with a blueberry scone.  The days  of wine and roses are replaced with comfort treats to bring the stamina of a walk, a dream, and a resolution to see the sun go down as the moon comes up, and then see the return of the golden and dance like a butterfly.

I talk and pray to God a lot and wish I had  been in touch with Him before with the vigor I have to meet Him today.  I am so glad He promises life in heaven, in His Kingdom, for Eternity.  I feel more like a child now than I did when I was twenty.  I have a friend who is a hundred and four and she says she has to stick around to cheer up the old folks….  Have I already told this story before?  Lucretia sneaks in my mind because she always made me laugh.  I wish I could have been the same to others.  I may have been a shadow.  The shadows feel burdensome.  Even in my best efficient deliveries of meals, the seriousness in my cocoon showed me somber.  I missed the mark of being light hearted. Keep Reading